Jet-lagged, exhausted, bedbug-bitten, sunburned, and deeply happy. I am so glad I did that. I have pages and pages of notes, stories, and lives. There are over a thousand pictures, most of which I haven’t even seen yet. I am posting a beginning few on Flickr. I will save the ones that have long stories, as I can’t even think clearly right now, much less do justice to the stories. But these few give a slight sense of what it was. More, much more to come. If you have been following this journey, thank you for your company. If you have commented, I will get to those comments soon. First I have to reassemble my molecules and find my balance. Then more words. I promise.
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Yes, by all means, reassemble your molecules and find your balance, we’ll be here to cheer for you. What an awesome journey you’ve done. Wow. Bless you.
So glad you are safely back home.
Looking forward to read your stories and see your pictures, but first please rest.
Glad to hear you’ve made it back. I haven’t posted lately because I know you couldn’t read them, and figured you’d be deluged when you did. I feel embarrassed that I did doubt your ability to make your dream come true, and was caught up in such fear for you. Mea culpa. I am one of little faith, and even less tolerance for that kind of risk and level of challenge/difficulty. But you, my dear, soar. I’m eager to hear/read/see what comes. I do have Skype now, BTW. darlene.olivo Much, much love.
Darlene.
Rest your body and soul..be revitalized and rested…we can visit when you have regained your center…
be well
bravo
Or I mean, these voyages half-way around the world take it out of one a bit, but you quite properly spare us the tedious details when they’re so relatively insignificant. I’m sure you must have thought how not so very long ago what a colossal and daring expedition yours would have been and with far worse hazards than bed-bugs. You mentioned earlier this year your “voyeuristic pleasure” in my air-conditioned antics to the ends of the earth; now I can say the same, three-fold, of yours. I’m very glad to hear you’re safely home, not that I expected anything less….
Thanks for the welcome home, and a bow for the bravo. I am here, and I have posted quite a few pictures and stories, and now I’m going to get off the computer for a while and see where I am. Portland? I woke up in some confusion this morning, but I must say a bed never looked so good to me as the one I woke up in.
Thank you, dear friend, for taking the time to let us know you were safely home in Portland. I’ll hold any further writing for now, until you are feeling settled in again.
Much love,
Jeremy
Welcome home, brave adventurer. Time for rest. You deserve to rest – and plenty of good things to eat. And hugs… I hug you from where I am.
Welcome back, K. I’m so happy that your feet kissed the soil of Lethoso again, and very grateful that you took me along for the hike.
La
I wrote recently in a blog piece: “Where once, travel was a liberating experience; an escape from the predictability of normal life; somehow it has become a bondage of commitments, of plans and contingencies, whose endgame is a safe return, culminating in a sense of relief when the ordeal of travel and its potential for disaster is over.” And then I think of your journey and all the stories you’ve told and I’ve just read and I wonder how you feel now that you are home, safe, back to normality. Not like that old curmudgeon in my story I’ll warrant. What a courageous and generous effort you made. Bravo from me too !!!